The Last Omega in the Galaxy (Scales and Tails of Fate #1)

Chapter Thirteen

Vil

I had so many questions, but none of them could hold still in my mind long enough to come free until I had calmed some of my nerves the old-fashioned way.

I needed to fuck. I needed my mate squirming beneath me, tails twisted, fucking in that raw, primal way. But I also needed tender love, soft and sweet.

We could have both, couldn’t we?

I didn’t bother asking permission as we entered my apartment and we faced the bed.

I’d been in a state the past few days, my covers bunched and my bed wallowed out, surrounded by pillows. I’d seen Noel start something of it and I had finished it. I wanted my mate nestled with me in the hollow of my bed, surrounded by love and lust. With every fiber of my being, my instincts demanded I provide for the male I barely knew. “I’m going to lick you until you go mad, then fuck you until you can’t stay awake.”

The promise made his eyes dilate, and I guided him into my blanket and pillow depression nest, clawed hands tugging at his elastic waistband pants until they made it to his struggling knees and onto the floor.

His clawed toes pawed at the air for purchase until I nestled him into the blankets, kissing his lips, his chin, and neck, suckling gently. Every brush of my lips, trace of my fang, and touch of my fingertips made him shiver, squirm, curl even as our tails found one another. Lost in pleasure, his instincts knew what to do. Emotions were high, and hybreeds, maybe even Naleucians, had one thing able to shock a mind into sanity—mating. Perhaps it was why omegas were ablated. Being near him made my body sing, my cock harden, and Progenitors, I was going to fucking come without even getting inside him. His claws raked my back as my mouth opened as I dipped down, engulfing one small nipple for a long suckle. But that wasn’t my goal.

Next, I moved down, kissing as his legs splayed obscenely wide, slit parted as the tip of his cockhead emerged, slick and pale with arousal. I captured it into the circle of my fist and descended, letting him slide over my fingers until my lips brushed the place where it emerged. If I angled myself right, my long tongue could wrap once around it and squeeze. I did so before sliding it down into his channel. The nonsense that poured from his lips made me swell with pride…and my cock swell with something else.

Fuck!

I had promised to lick him, to suck his cock, to make him crazy for it. As I pulled my mouth off his cock and descended onto his channel, thrusting my tongue into him deep while my hand pumped, he squirmed, chest arched, crying aloud.

His inner walls twitched and clamped in tune to my strokes, a familiar thing from our nights before. I loved it against my lips as fresh slick pulsed out for me. It tasted good, but I knew what he tasted like when leaking my seed. Better, different, satisfying. I wanted to make him taste like that again, and from the tightness growing in his channel as my tongue fought against the pressure, I was going to taste it soon.

Sharp nails dug into my shoulders, feet clawing at the bed with sheets far more tough than they had been some hundred years ago when our claws could rip through everything. Before, when we were kept like animals, we had Kevlar cots, sometimes straw beds and floors, depending on what regime was in charge. What political party had a say to our existence.

I never cared. Not until I had Noel.

I needed a soft bed, warm for our nest.

His back bowed, thighs trembling as they splayed open, cock dripping obscenely. With every breath, his chest heaved and bucked, an orgasm fighting its way through. As if caught in a live wire, his body trembled and a hiss of pleasure wracked his body.

“Coming.” The tight word escaped his lips so fast I could barely discern it from a single syllable. Strained and panting, his head threw back, claws digging into my shoulders as he shot streaks of fluid up his chest while his slit leaked profusely, pulsing and twitching over my tongue like the cock it craved. So, when I pulled my tongue free, slicking it up his twitching shaft, his low whimper of pleasure left him laying back vulnerable and spent.

As far as I could tell, it seemed he’d had his fill of pleasure. But that wasn’t all he needed. If he needed more, he’d get it.

His pliant, sprawled body went limp beneath me, arms falling from my shoulders to splay out by his head, fingers curling to his palm in a slow glide. The well-fucked display made my cock jump against the fabric of my shorts, and I struggled free, wasting no time in guiding the tip of my cock to his pliant slit to sheathe inside with a shuddering groan. Briefly, his eyes flew open. The ring of blue in them exploded until his pupil expanded, bringing back the light ring I had grown accustomed to. His mouth hung open as if to cry aloud, but I greedily leaned over and took his mouth against mine. He would not scream where anyone else could hear. That sound was mine to swallow and his to make for me alone.

Our lips brushed, and I pressed in hard as I whispered. All the while, I rutted my hips into his slickness with obscene noises, tempting him into locking his heels over my hips.

Our tails wrapped, coiled together in their own separate struggle for dominance.

Unlike with other lovers, where I grabbed their legs or anchored myself with my tail, with Noel, the instinct pushed me to breed, to mate, to lock onto him with every fiber I had. The harsh pants of our breaths made me snarl, breaking our kiss. Noel wasted no time in anchoring his mouth to my neck, biting down with sharp little teeth that spurred my cock into bucking and filling out in my pseudo knot, bulging into him in a way I could do with few other lovers.

My floundering grip found his hair and jerked back, making his mouth, tinged with my pale blood, open in a hiss. Unable to help myself, I leaned down to continue rutting my hips and licked my way into his mouth to curl our tongues together. When I could take no more, I grunted and jerked my head away, finding a convenient spot where his neck and shoulder met, where I’d bitten before, to bury my fangs and hold tight to ensure I could pump every drop of seed in my body into him before he could escape.

His harsh breaths turned to whimpers and silenced in a gasp when his channel spasmed around me, milking free surging waves of cum. Once again, I had to lick my way to his mouth and kiss him through his spasming release, his cock catching the memo just a moment later to spill his release across his belly with slightly less aggressive streaks.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, catching those big dark eyes boring into mine.

“For an omega, I am very plain, but I am pleased you think so.” He lifted a shaking hand and brushed through my spilled hair, tucking it behind my ears with a wicked little grin. “Perhaps omegas are meant to be far plainer than our counterparts. You are as bright as Raziel ever thought of being.”

I tilted my head into his stroking hand. “But Raziel was purple.”

“And Nirem was red.” His swollen lips spoke with a little lisp of pleasure, still sleepily plastered in. “But they are long gone. Maybe alive, but I wasn’t meant for them, was I?”

I shook my head. “You were meant for me.”

He nodded with a drunken smile as my cock slipped free and we migrated into a sticky pretzel of limbs and sweat, all the while trading little kisses of affection. “And I’ll settle for nothing less. I will be an omega claimed. An omega bearer, and I will be proud.”

I licked along his body and sagged before I could make my way back to his dripping cock and closing slit. I could taste him freshly fucked some other time. “Did you really want this?”

“Yeah. And when you’re in my heart, you’ll know.” He pulled me in for a sleepy kiss and snuggled in, smiling as Merriel lowered the lights to pure darkness without being asked.

Jackass.